Archive for February 5th, 2015


“And God called the light Day, and

the darkness He called Night.

And the evening and the morning were the first day.”

Gen 1.5

🙂  We STILL call them that!

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“Pray without ceasing – Like a mother with a sick child;

she may do other things but here mind is on the child”

– Ken Thompson, 10/3/20005

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God supplies spiritual food.

You and I must use the knife and fork.

He will not force feed us – that is not “quality life.”

– eab, 7/10/14

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You are more wonderful than human pen can define,

Beyond the description of the longest, well-inked line,

Majestically huge, yet IN this unworthy heart of mine.

Jesus, Precious Jesus.

– eab, 2/5/06

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Allow a personal note.  Today would have been my dad’s 111th Birthday.  His signature was a scrolling Clyde D Bryan (D stood for Durwood, a name he did not like but I think is OK, even fine).  Dad was born to Charles Edgar Bryan & Bertha Powers Bryan February 5, 1904.  As I’m told, somewhere in childhood (age 4?) he had a tricycle wreck & a stick went completely through his tongue.  The end turned black & the doctor snipped the black end off 😦 (have no idea of how much).  That was the reason given for Dad’s life-long stuttering.  He graduated from High School at Rutland, Ohio in 1923.

Dad married Mom (Ruth Evelyn) on 5/10/1927 also in southeastern Ohio.  Their children were Helen M Bryan Stump, Virginia M Bryan Dugan, Keith R Bryan, and yours truly, in that order.  (Dad lived to be the last of his family [“Last leaf upon the tree” –Oliver Wendell Holmes] Mom was the last of her family, and now I am the last of mine.) 

Before my memory begins Dad was a welder for Anchor Hocking (glass people).  Later he welded for Timken Roller Bearings.  It was there his eyes began to hurt him every time he welded and he had to stop.  He worked for Belden Brick for a while; and he sold Watkins Products.  Some of you will remember that Dad also sold Lifetime Stainless Steel Cookware.  A salesman that stuttered?  Yes, though he had this limitation, he was one of those about which we say, “he never met a stranger.”

The first car I remember Dad having was a 37 medium blue, Chevy.  (Before my time, I think, he owned a Pierce Arrow, a Graham.)  Then came a black 41 Pontiac followed by a one-owner 50 Chevy.  His first new car (I believe) was a green, 52 Chevy 4 door deluxe, bought as the 53’s were coming out.  He bought a new two-tone blue, 57 Chevy 210, then a 53 Cadillac Sedan deville.  I was with him when he drove the Cadillac to Columbus and we came home in a gold-colored, 58 VW (German model i.e. kilometers, etc).  Unless you are a car buff you have already too much, but he went on the own a 2nd Beetle, 2 Volvos, a Karmann Ghia, and 2 VW Squarbacks. 

Dad was 39 when I was born so could have been my grandpa but made a good Dad. I learned to work with his man and liked his humor (he even tell stuttering jokes 🙂 ).

I loved him and find myself saying things like, “Never see it on a galloping horse,” or “1 boy is a boy, 2 boys is ½ a boy, & 3 boys is no boy at all,” maybe “A miss is as good as a mile.” 

“If there are BDs in heaven Dad, I wish you a great one.  Love, your younger son, Edgar.” 

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